In late May, the Dreamer left, as he does every Summer. As my close friends know, his leaving hit me much harder than it usually does.
Then I had a dream involving a woman named Kira–but it felt more like an astral experience, than a dream. I made a note of it, but brushed it off otherwise.
Then I finished a book in a particular fantasy series.
I was chatting with my friends about the books, when I felt a *heavy* sense of Presence. One of the Ascendants (from the series) promptly sat down on my couch, put his feet up on my table, and waited for me to notice him.
Considering that it was the Black Winged Lord, I noticed him pretty quickly. He radiated power, fierceness, and cold.
“Oh.” I stared at him a moment, dying inside of embarrassment of all the times I’d call him hot. I’d joked about my crush on his character, and now he was sitting in my living room.
To my surprise, after giving him some coffee as an offering, he introduced (re-introduced?) me to Kira, and left.
It’s been A Ride for the past week–I’m waiting on some outside divination to come back, but I did go ahead and start a blog [link] for pop culture pagan stuff.